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Sunday, March 2nd, 2008
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10:45p - Manifesto 0.3
Finally after almost 4 months of bullshit, I got the pinup girl holding a beer and a book tattoo on my left forearm.
I am beyond pleased with it as well. He really pulled it off.
I don't have the patience to upload them to photobucket so if you want to see pictures just go to my myspace. There should be some pictures of the latin phrases on my wrists as well.
If you have any taste in music and like the band Motorhead, you have to read Lemmy's autobiography White Line Fever.
I also read the most of Coyote Blue by Christopher Moore and completely read my new hardcover copy of Screwjack by Hunter S. Thompson.
I believe I'll spend today drinking beer and reading Roomanitarian by Henry Rollins.
Because I'm boring like that.
Yesterday ended with a sore arm and watching Brokeback Mountain with Lindscore.
It wasn't that bad.
Well I just spent the last 2 hours cleaning up my truck and even decided to give my dad's truck a shine.
That actually made me feel semi-productive and my dad seemed appreciative.
Next I shall make a truck payment over the phone of $2,000, which will make me feel productive as well.
Booya
Ah procured the truck payments. I've only owned the truck for 4 months and I've already paid $4,000 towards it. Not bad, hopefully I can keep it up for another 37 months.
I've decided against investing in rims for it for now. I'm just going to get a spray in bed-liner and the windows tinted, and try to use all my money now to get at least one sleeve done by the summer.
I have no clue what to do with my arm now.
I got nothing but positive feedback on that bullshit I wrote for the local newspaper. I know that when it comes out next week though the shit will probably be on my face. I'm sure someone will rip me a good one. Which will help to keep me from ever doing something like that again.
Gah it's now the end of the day and I have nothing important to say.
I'm the fucking flame that moths are attracted too. Just to realize it'll be the death of them.
I'm about to wax off this case of Natural Light. It certainly wasn't the plans for the day and I'm certainly way too sober considering the facts.
God damn I wouldn't even be my own lawyer.
Who could stand to deal with, yet alone deal with such a suckfish day in and day out?
I pity you all that read this.
I pity Lindsay for putting up with me but I don't want to say it because I love it to no end that she actually does.
Fuck it:
Today 2006
today 2005
Today 2004
and lastly what a faghat was I:
Today 2003 when I just turned 18
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